My Soul, My Tree

My Soul, My Tree: Dear 2020, 

I started as a seed who broke out into roots. Into this beautiful tree as I branch out. Stretch my leaves out swaying from left to right. Asking for air as I watch my fellow friends run around this forest. Everyday as I looked up to the blue sky I'd ask for water. The blue sky responded generously as water droplets fell on my leaves down to my souly seed with its roots. Feeling hydrated and stronger than ever. Enjoying my fellow friends run around this forest.  

I've become a home to a few of my friends from this forest. Chirp here, a chirp there is all I hear. A nest was placed on a branch of mine. I feel like a protector of this family that lives within me. I love this feeling of protecting others. As the days go by I've noticed the chirps are no longer within me. Not just the chirps are gone, but I  see less of my friends running around the forest. This forest is feeling hot and dry. I’m feeling weak as I look up to the blue sky. Asking for water again, but the blue sky has neglected me. All I wanted was to be hydrated and strong again. 

My leaves are falling off one by one. The blue sky doesn’t look blue anymore, but grayish. Why have my friends run off? As I sway from left to right again. I noticed why I was feeling dry and hot. Our forest is on fire; flames are everywhere even on my leaves. My beautiful leaves keep falling off. My soul, my tree can’t bare this heat. If only someone or something would protect me. As I loved to protect and care for my friends and this forest I call home. 

I’m extremely weak no where to run. I’m stuck on the ground I have no legs like you. I lost my friends and my forest. I’m the last tree standing the rest couldn’t power through the heat of the flames. Only so much my soul, my tree can take. All my leaves are gone except for one. Its my last resort for my breaths. If I lose this last leaf I will no longer breathe again. 

I have no purpose to sway from left to right no more. I don’t have my beautiful leaves to show off. I'm looking around and nothings there but smoke. I look up and the sky is covered in smoke as well. There's no escaping this on my own. If only someone or something would help me before my last leaf falls off. I think I can make it through; if only my sky wouldn’t neglect me and hydrate me. So I can gain some sort of strength and grow my leaves again; to not feel limited in my breathing like I am now with one leaf. Until someone finds me and be my savior I shall suffer.  

Please, whoever receives this letter from the future. Please find me and bring me water to my soul, my tree so I can live many more years to come. Also, be mindful of the actions y’all are taking in 2019 because its affecting my present which happens to be your future. Animals are becoming extinct, polution is taking over the sky, global warming is extreme and causing flames in homes like mine: the forest.  

Thank you, 

   My Soul, My Tree from the year 2099 in Australia.